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A quick tale 182

On why she limps

When Sarasa was five or so, she came home from school one day complaining of fever. It only lasted five or six days but every waking hour was hell. Sarasa would weep from unbearable muscle pain. Her recovery was gradual and the fever left her with a permanent limp. Suseela, Easwari and Kannan were born in quick succession in the years following and Sarasa's limp became a fact of life. When she was 18, Sarasa married Chockalingam who was hard of hearing. It was felt that one disability deserved another. These days Sarasa works at the family planning centre in Nagoor. Last week, while climbing down the stairs, she misjudged the last step and tripped, twisting her ankle and tearing a ligament in the process. Her foot is now bandaged and Sarasa walks with the aid of a crutch. Her wince is genuine but her limp is exaggerated. So that the one or two people who will see Sarasa today for the first time will think that the fall has caused her to limp.


Vi said…
So much underneath the surface...
Shreyasi Deb said…
My first visit to your page and am awed!
ahiri said…
Ammini !!!!!baley
MW said…
Congratulations on the books documentary. Came to the blog thru Shoefie's blog
mumbaigirl said…
Glad to see you back and congratulations.
Anonymous said…
ive been a regular reader...but cudn't help commenting this time..

WishfulThinker said…
Hey, got here through Anand's blog and boy am I glad I found you! You write really well! Looking forward to spending a lazy Sunday afternoon trawling through your archives! :)
Tangent said…
I too am speechless...

because I simply don't understand the tale.

Is it the tale? Or is it me? Or is it the other commenters that make me feel this way with their `baley's and wow's.

Darn..this is a tale in itself.
Hip Grandma said…
your quick tales impress me.good job
Kalthoon Tilakji said…
Happy birthday Ammani for tomorrow. Hope Chinnu alais Jikku gets a nice gift
Aim said…
Hmm sounds like i am being dumb... I get a feeling of having had one full jack fruit in one go.... Am not sure why though?? :-D
Deepa said…
Enna aacchu?
Zero said…
Priceless. This is priceless.
Pri said…
Um ... where'd u go? Come back already!
raghu ram prasad said…
morvelus blog...visit ny blog
Honey Bee said…
HI ammani,
My first click to your block. I know for sure I would be glued. What you have spelt doesnt sound like a tale? You are speaking out...But who is it that you are speaking for?
lilfern said…
great goin :-)im putting u on my must reads list.
White Diary said…
i have been reading ur blog for quite some time now...

would love to link u...


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Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

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(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
It's well worth starting young

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For fifty, I've begun
To do exactly as I please
Now that I'm thirty-one.

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